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- Isabella Heiwa - 11-28-2011 [html] Can't escape me <3 I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING FUN
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The man's words had rung too true to ignore. Isabella could not deny him that fact. The city was dead. She saw it clear as day. There were no candles in the windows, no lights. There was not the laughter of distant children, mothers, men and whores. True, voices rang now and then through the decrepit buildings, but they were speaking to a single being. There was no life left in this dead city. It took her all of a half hour to realize that she had wasted her time. People came and left, taking what they wanted. All she had before her was silence. It had been enough to almost make her cry, if she did not have the strength of a whore to keep her back straight and eyes dry. Isabella stared at the vacant windows as the mare beneath her stepped nervously. This city was haunted by more ghosts than the woman cared to challenge. Mother Gaia would not help her here. There were too many ghosts to appease and they all cried out for attention. Too many died here, too many lingered. She turned her horse the other way and sent the mare racing away. Breathing became easier when she could not see the cityscape anymore. It had been far too hard to bear it. At least in Toronto and Montreal the soul of the living managed to lighten up the world decimated with death. The brightness of life was enough to cast the shadows to the corners, where the dead still slivered. Not that Isabella had to fear them in her own little corner of fire and passion. Yet the prospect of settling in this dead place was more than enough to turn her around and seek refuge elsewhere. She had been offered a place with that stranger, alluring and dangerous as he was. At least, she could see what he offered. If it was unacceptable, she would settle near the mountains, and keep herself a private life. No big meals would she eat but there would be plenty, especially when the men and women began to hear of her services. The ring on her thumb was loose, and she played with it as she nudged her mare toward the boarders she had scented so long ago. He had told her the name of the pack, and that she ought to call for him at when she reached it. If she had chosen to come visit. And so Isabella came with all her possessions in tow. However, if the man did not properly please her, she knew she would turn back around and find a nice cabin to take up as her own. But, the prospect of a winter fed on small prey was not tempting. She dismounted the mare, still fidgeting with the ring on her thumb. It was a big thing, with a large red stone set in silver. Honestly, it had seemed a good idea at the time to wear it. The mare fidgeted on, and Isabella held onto the reins as she stood at the borders. Her white maw raised high and she called for the man, expecting to deal with his deviousness soon enough. He was well versed in her tricks and he had none she hadn't seen before. A good foe, especially when she didn't need to pretend she was nothing other than a woman who offered what she had been given by the grace of the Mother and demanded payment in turn. .wheart b {font-weight:normal; color:#526b96; text-shadow:#466baa 0px 0px 3px; } .wheart .ooc {font-style:italic; padding: 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#466baa; text-align:center; text-shadow:#000000 0px 1px 1px;} .wheart p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;} .wheart {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#02070e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3P7Kq.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/UyEOs.jpg) ; background-position:bottom center,top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #526b96; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Palatino Linotype, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#1d3256; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} .wheart .wc {color:#466baa; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #466baa; text-align:left; padding:0px 15px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .wheart-b {width:502px; border:1px solid #02070e; margin:0 auto;} .wheart-b2 {width:504px; border:1px solid #a8a8a8; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 12-01-2011 [html] Omnomnomnom! Here is the necklace mentioned below, btw >:3 -> 5+
Her call rang, sweet and true, the cry of a Fae creature.
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Word Count ► 762
Light, delicate fingers ran over the mare's sides as she fidgeted. Isabella wondered what had the pretty mare all in a fuss. Perhaps she was still terribly afraid of the coydog, and afraid of the smell of others here. It was heavy, to be honest, but it reeked of that stranger she had met in the fields. His presence was terribly thick here, and that meant only one thing. But Isabella refused to swallow that pill just yet, for it was not up to her to make these guesses. However, if he thought that pretended to be something other than a lord was going to amuse her, he had another thing coming. Not that he would have any idea about, to be perfectly honest. She was good at making men guess. Only, with him she would have to try twice, if not thrice, as hard to keep him guessing about her. No problem. Ducky bobbed anxiously as both of them smelled the man's presence come to them. Isabella straightened her back and brought her silks tightly against her form. He had enjoyed ogling at her plenty the last time they had met. He could ogle her some more if he so wished. The red silk was tight against her chest and the heavy cloth skirt hung with the golden dangling hem. It tugged at all the right curves. But she had a long time to know what sat well on her and what did not, and what made the men keep coming back to her. Seductive Deception snorted at the smell of the other mare, calming slightly at the presence of another horse. That creature was thankfully mostly calm, useful horseflesh or else Isabella would have been at a loss at what to do with her. Her bi-colored eyes lifted up to the man mounted, looking at him from under her lashes. Her white fingers graced along the mare's flank as she turned to face him, leg deftly protruding forward from the slash in her skirt. That's twice now the man has not lied, she thought grimly, keeping a slow smile on her face. Her eyes gave way to a look of gladness, for his presence. But naturally, she knew he would have come if he wanted a chance at all at having what he saw before him. And he came so willingly. At his first words, the woman straightened her shoulders, twisting them to stretch them as she gave a light, airy chuckle. The motion raised her bust slightly and called more attention to it in a subtle fashion. The man would not see it as subtle, that was to be sure. But nothing hurt fanning the flames either, especially as it served as a reminder for what he had before him. Though she had to push away her annoyance at the arrogance in his voice, keeping her smile light and her eyes free of the betraying thoughts. Briefly, her eyes flitted to the chain and pendant dangling from his deft fingers. It looked like a pretty trinket, and she rather enjoyed the look of it. Gold she had aplenty of, but silver was more uncommon for her, namely because gold accentuated her better. Still, that trinket was red. Isabella gave him a coy grin, letting her fingers run down her shoulders as she stepped a foot or so toward the man. He was dripping in power and ego, and she had no illusions about who he was here. "Pleasure? I had hoped so," she said arrogantly back at him, inspecting him now that she had a better closer look at him. Had they already had a relationship, she would have run her hands down his arm to the trinket in his hands but instead, she simple stood as fluidly as she could. Her arms were crossed just under her bust and the slash in the skirt revealed the curve of her thigh. "I have come, as you see. But I don't know about easing that mood you have." Isabella gave a sigh, legs crossing over one another beneath her as she took a step side to side, looking at him. She had no right to be so arrogant here, but he clearly desired her and she needed the place to stay. Surely, they could come to an agreement. "You've told me nothing of this place. I'd like to know where it is I'm stepping into before you lead me in," she said softly, shoulders shrugging to tighten the silk around them. .wheart b {font-weight:normal; color:#526b96; text-shadow:#466baa 0px 0px 3px; } .wheart .ooc {font-style:italic; padding: 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#466baa; text-align:center; text-shadow:#000000 0px 1px 1px;} .wheart p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;} .wheart {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#02070e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3P7Kq.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/UyEOs.jpg) ; background-position:bottom center,top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #526b96; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Palatino Linotype, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#1d3256; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} .wheart .wc {color:#466baa; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #466baa; text-align:left; padding:0px 15px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .wheart-b {width:502px; border:1px solid #02070e; margin:0 auto;} .wheart-b2 {width:504px; border:1px solid #a8a8a8; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 12-01-2011 [html] I certainly try! <33 -> 5+
She played a dangerous game, this temptress with the sultry gaze and the smoldering body. It was a narrow path between annoyance and amusement that had her taunting the Thistle King so - And proud as he was, it delighted the King to be so simply challenged. This was a game of the highest caliber; A war of seductive smiles, a battle of gentle curves and coy glances. Who would be the victor, and what would their victory entail? Sirius already knew full well what he wanted from the gypsy woman, who had curled into his cold blood and stirred it heady with the heat of her gaze and intentions.
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Word Count ► 673
She gave him an entirely innocent look, cocking her head at him as he approached her. His scent seemed to overwhelm her, surround her. His was an aroma most intoxicating, but it would not get her drunk. The price was far too high for her and she did not find herself needing to bother to pretend she wanted it. She did not. There was nothing that would make her find more than physical attraction to this man, alluring as he was. There was little good about him besides the offer of a pack, protection, and a client who could satisfy her own wanton needs. But, Sirius was indeed a handsome creature, and she had always had a hard time turning down men with rather interesting scars. Those on his chest were definitely fascinating, and she wanted to know more about the fighter who received them and why he had been so weak as to obtain them. One hand of hers began to play with a strand of hair as he seemed to take her in. His eyes were hungry, nothing new. Men were always hungry when they came to her, because that was why they came in the first place. This was nothing new. And he came with payment in hand. Of course he knew from the get go what she was and he knew that she was not a creature frugal with her charges. Cheap she most certainly was not, and he saw that. And he delivered. How would she say no? There was definitely that air of power about him, and she liked it. It was almost tangible. Maybe he would have more kick to him than some others, and he would be open handed if he enjoyed her work. He certainly would, so she hoped. She did her best and she often did well. It was a certainly satisfactory business. Sirius would be enjoyable when the moment came, and all these games made things even more exciting. He tossed the inlaid gem at her and her nimble fingers caught it deftly. She held it up to her eye and noticed the glitter. It was no fake, something she had gotten terribly good at figuring out at a glance. Thankfully, this was real enough. Even so, it was pretty enough that she would have over looked it. Lowering it, she gave the man a smile, full of promises, but it slowly faded into something like regret. "It's a pity. It's such a terribly beautiful thing." Isabella closed the distance between them completely, light hand on his arm, the silver chain was pressed against his muscled flesh. She ran her fingers over his arm and then around his back. Her steps were light, in line. The motion made her hips sway completely, brushing against his thigh and cloak , curled tail flitting around his leg. "True pity." She gave a heavy sigh as she was behind him. Her hand was deft across his cloaked back, pressing slightly so he could feel her. "My lord Sirius, that is what you are, aren't you?" her honeyed words said in a hushed tone to his back as she stretched to coo against the back of his head. There was no real question in her word as she drew back around the broad man to the other side. "Don't play this game. We both know what you want and what I can give. I am quite willing to acquiesce to your desire, which you know I know of." Isabella had come around him full circle. She stood tall before him, hand still on his arm as she snaked it to his chest and over the scars there. "I don't really think I'm being terribly demanding. I'm sure there are things I ought to know. Wouldn't want to step on anyone's toes.." She cocked her head at him, gazing at him out of one bi-colored eye as she lowered her hand further down his built chest and stomach. .wheart b {font-weight:normal; color:#526b96; text-shadow:#466baa 0px 0px 3px; } .wheart .ooc {font-style:italic; padding: 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#466baa; text-align:center; text-shadow:#000000 0px 1px 1px;} .wheart p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;} .wheart {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#02070e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3P7Kq.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/UyEOs.jpg) ; background-position:bottom center,top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #526b96; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Palatino Linotype, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#1d3256; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} .wheart .wc {color:#466baa; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #466baa; text-align:left; padding:0px 15px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .wheart-b {width:502px; border:1px solid #02070e; margin:0 auto;} .wheart-b2 {width:504px; border:1px solid #a8a8a8; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] - Sirius Revlis - 12-11-2011 [html] I know I am slow, so I accepted her in this post. Am gonna send you a PM about it all, too. Ilu <3 and the PP was just fine c: -> 5+
She made no flowery words to feign ignorance of his meaning - No silly, detestable flaunts of an ignorance he knew that she didn't have. She was a whore, a prostitute, and this made her worldly; Full of the knowledge, smarts and wisdom that only such women could truly have. He could tell, from his own wariness and from the effect that she was having on him, that Isabella knew the way of men. He could tell that she knew how their hearts beat, and how their blood could run so very warm.
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[/html] - Isabella Heiwa - 12-12-2011 [html] wee <3, also hope you don't mind that i pp that they talked about her rank here.
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The moment her deftly skilled fingers wove downward, slinking as low as she dared to go without his expressive say so - which was still pretty low. His hand shot out, and the colorful woman managed to keep her look level, betraying none of the feelings of success that filled her. She was rather proud to have been able to force the man to react, and it was more than obvious now that he was lusting after her, even a little bit. But at least he had the self-restraint to grab her wrist and pull her guilty hand away from his sensitive regions. What would it look like to a lord's subjects to see the King so high above them doing something so low as them? It would not do, not at all. Sirius took her hand and gave it a gentlemanly kiss, though the woman could easily see that gentleman was something he only played at. Isabella liked that; gentlemen all wanted the same thing anyway, best be that they were open about it and let their uncouthness show. Isabella figured it was only decorum that kept the man from collecting what his trinket had already paid for, well in advanced. But she had a distaste for such displays in public, where people could eyeball a free show without paying for it. Once, she had done that, charged for a show and it was even stranger considering the payment came from a woman watching her man. It was strange, but Isabella had only asked for payment and payment had come into her hands willingly. Why say no? So he was a King, a lord here. That meant he had wealth and power in this land of thistles, as he had called it. Kingdom? That was certainly better than finding a dusty old log cabin or cottage and attempting to create a business in a place as dead as a winter garden. But he welcomed her nonetheless. She gave him a coy smile, lightly touching his arm as she looked toward the interior of the territory. "Salsola," she said, tasting the word on her tongue and testing the flow of it off her lips. Her bi-colored eyes shifted back to him, as he explained to her what her new rank entailed in the kingdom he governed so proudly. What rankled her was that she had to be subservient to the other people, even if she could not find approval for them nor care about them. Isabella was careful to not let her displeasure show, simply listening to him explain what would need to be done, as well as what she may have to do. Branding? That seemed extreme to her. But perhaps things would not have to go so far as that. "And who shall guide me in this cold land?" cooed the colored woman, squeezing at his arm as she flicked her tail against his leg gently. .wheart b {font-weight:normal; color:#526b96; text-shadow:#466baa 0px 0px 3px; } .wheart .ooc {font-style:italic; padding: 5px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#466baa; text-align:center; text-shadow:#000000 0px 1px 1px;} .wheart p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 15px 0px 15px; margin:0px;} .wheart {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#02070e; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3P7Kq.png), url(http://i.imgur.com/UyEOs.jpg) ; background-position:bottom center,top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #526b96; padding: 180px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Palatino Linotype, sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#1d3256; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} .wheart .wc {color:#466baa; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #466baa; text-align:left; padding:0px 15px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .wheart-b {width:502px; border:1px solid #02070e; margin:0 auto;} .wheart-b2 {width:504px; border:1px solid #a8a8a8; margin:0 auto;} </style> [/html] |